Natalie looked to him, underwater, as she spoke in the radio.
"Now." She said simply, a no bullshit speech, as she came by him, as he raised it up. After he fired, she grabbed the rope hard with her gloved hands, pulling hard as she knew it wouldn't be something to let go of. She had a lot of weight just on her arms, and eventually, her knees, as she jerked upwards, the pilot a little estranged by the extra weight of his controls. The explosion threw him off, as he pulled back, out of the hangar, as Natalie quietly smirked. Her knees pulled up, being herself unable to look down due to the neckbrace of the suit- the dive knife in her right hand, only barely sticking out. She could only guess Victor was hanging onto the rope, as she gave a thumbs up, the pilot backing the AH6 out of the bay, as she then pushed up, onto the skid.

Quickly grabbing a hold on the skid louder than expected, the Co-Pilot turned his head and yelled. Natalie knew this was the moment, shit had hit the fan. He was pulling out a .357 Magnum from his buckle, and fired straight at her. Natalie was lucky enough to have her arm up, covering her exposed face, as he fired three rounds, the pilot pulling hard into a manuever, as she yelled, hanging onto the skid, and only just. The rounds hit her right arm, almost throwing her off the skid, but she held on, her knife still holding in her right hand. The man was shocked, as the Amazon suddenly thrust herself forwards with a massive strength onto the skid, and stopped him from firing an accurate fourth shot, which landed right in her suit's chest, but didn't penetrate. It kicked, but it wasn't enough. She rammed the knife past any of his flailing defense, the pilot swearing as she then pulled the man out.
"Bet you've never seen this before, gringo!" She yelled over the noise, as she dived forwards, aware he was still in control. The knife found a grizzly place in the man's neck, as she then budged him over, grabbing control out of the front dive and barely swooping over the ocean, just keeping throttle and the joystick vaguely. She occupied the middle of the front seats, her one boot covering the whole control mechanism for the rudder.
"Haha! We just fucking jacked a helicopter! Victor, hang onto the side of the cockpit and stand on the skid, don't stand up too tall or else you'll be carbonara over the window- skids- we'll fly this to where I planned on...well, something a little more relaxing. The company will love this helicopter, it's an extra asset after all." She said, as she kept her rudimentary control up, still breathing hard through her rebreather. She let loose an agonizing fart that didn't light up, the noise excruciating as she knew what was coming.
"Hmm...that was the tip of the iceberg. Best tell Command we're done." She added, as she put the knife away, clambering some altitude as she changed her course, then putting her rebreather tube down.
"This is Black Eagle, recieve?" 
"We receive you. We just pinged up an AH-6 infiling and exfiling from the hangar bay, your radio silence..." The man at the PMC said, their general voice of command.
"It's our helicopter now. Send our friendly bird with our...recreational supplies to the GPS co-ordinate said.

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Several Hours Later
Somewhere in the Carribean Sea

The small desert island was but a spit of sand in the middle of the Carribean Sea, north of Honduras, in a region filled with coral and various other pleasant scenes. The AH-6 sat parked close to a palm tree, and the only vegetation on the island, Natalie was completely naked, as the sun began to set, the storm cleared as the sunset could be seen in full view, on the horizon. They were well off the coast now, in the tropical seas. Natalie sat up, as she looked to Victor, looking back to the crates. Two very large crates, filled with two helium suits and the needed helium, were inside, for a little fun before the sun completely went down. But most of all, right by her side, was a few bottles of Vodka. It did take a lot to get Natalie even vaguely drunk. Because what it did before, was it did things to her inside. And she had to explain it now, breaking the silence. It was best to explain to him why she was like this, before he saw the true power of what it could be. They'd have some fun alright.
"You know, Victor, you want to know why my butt is so....powerful? I mean, surely you do. Any other man that knows this secret is now dead, but I think you'll be the best one to hear it and live." She added, sitting up, her topless nature a little overpowering, as she sat over him.
"When I was 15, my father took me to this laboratory. They recognized the potential in me, and my father had some old friends from the KGB, before it all fell apart. They had a serum, it was something they played around with. Me and six other girls received it, they were hookers, homeless. Five of the seven died. But with me? It did things to my intestines, it now creates an extremely potent Methane and Ethane gas, and when it builds up after something high in Ethanol content....well, I have the ability to do this." Natalie said, as she sat forwards, then blasting hard, as her fart erupted into a blue hot flame, as she tensed, before smirking.
"Now, when I realized I could suddenly do it so violently, I then tweaked a few things. Add the right compositon of alcohol to just normal diets, and you get something killer. Vodka, Absynthe, Spyritus. It all works because it's almost pure ethanol in a very slightly watered down composition, without me drinking ethanol itself. Suddenly, with the right pressure, I could ignite it, if I hold in a particular way, and bang...my rear end makes a flame like a gas rig. And that is something that I know nobody else could do.The other one that lived probably blew herself up. She went on a bender, and I didn't see her again. I survived it because my father understood that I was strong enough. I was 6"7 when I received it. I could lift him at this age. And he is a strongman, Victor. Not like you, but he could just about tip a car onto it's side in a given scenario. Their weak bodies couldn't take it. Mine, now that tailored it into a poison that is a weapon." She said, smirking, as she dropped her panties, turning around, revealing her large behind.
"I gave you a taster, of what it was like within a few inches. Perhaps you could say what's coming is a sequel." Natalie said, an evil shit eating grin on her face, as she knew he'd enjoy it as much as she would. Coming down, she came closer, and closer, as she let Victor have one more chance to take it in.
"I'd like to hear the sound of one hand clapping in appreciation, Victor." She said cheekily, aware that there was only one response to that which Victor could make, as her cheeks hung right before him. She then came down, both hands on her rear as she then almost completely enveloped his head between her perfect rear's crack, widening her legs as she practically sat on him. Her stomach rumbled.
"I'll try not to ignite anything...but it's going to be hot!" She screamed, as suddenly, it happened. Victor was going to be almost passing out, as she then realized the ferocity of her stomach.
"Oh God, that's too much! Deep breath, Victor!" She yelled, as her rear gave in, and she let rip, her fart going on for at least twenty seconds, the noise of a jet plane almost as her rear vibrated, the odorless yet furnace hot heat within centimeters of her lover's face. She exhaled hard, as she then felt another surge.
"Here goes another!" She yelled, as suddenly, it continued again, this time a light stream turning deeper and deeper, sounding like an earthquake was going on, physically shaking the area almost as she knew this couldn't be good for him, but it was going to be a sensory overload of every kind. Many men would die happy like this. And Natalie knew she'd come damn close to killing him, but he'd live. Through CPR, jumping on his chest till his gargantuan heart pumped blood around his body, or if he just passed out a little, or even if he just looked at her with the same shit eating grin he would have at the end of such a thing, Natalie knew this was a good one. The roar stopped after twenty seconds, as she budged forwards, past his neck and onto his chest, as she looked over at him, her head swiveled around at an angle before it would begin to hurt. Her rear, no matter how you interpreted it, even for her size, was immense. It was overwhelming. As if the sheer sight would give men heart attacks of joy, putting her cheeks right between Victor's head would have been like...well, Natalie would never know.
"Hmm....I feel we need to scale up. You enjoyed that. But if you think this isn't big enough, I have an alternative that will blow your mind." She added, looking over, cackling almost like an evil genius would, as she stood, aware he was somewhat conscious to know what she said.